One little girl

I want to tell you a story.

I am not going to lie, it’s one of those one set out to deliberately tug at your heart strings to try and raise money.

Right now I feel I have nothing else I can do apart from raise money from afar. So unapologetically, this story is hard.

Let me tell you the story of a little girl in Nepal. When she was tiny her mother disappeared. She does not know if she died or if she left, but what she does know is one day her mother was not there any more.

The next chapter

One year ago today, my baby would have been born. It was the same day that the help I was receiving from rape crisis ended, due to the cuts. I wanted to create something of value from such a tough time. One year ago today I stepped onto a plane to Nepal.

Je suis l'Amour

So last night someone let me know I'd help them open up their heart enough to be able to love another freely.

It is not always easy or comfortable to see where the seeds you planted have grown, and often times we will never get to see the results in our life time. This was one of those tangible moments where I knew that love I had shared changed the course of someone's journey, and steered them back on to the path of their own truth.

All Lives Matter

When is a race issue not a race issue? When it's not affecting you.

According to a lot of Twitter.

I have been watching with horror over the last few weeks the bubbling undercurrent of "well intentioned" white folk trying to jump on issues like Ferguson and now Eric Garner's murder to the cries of "this isn't about black or white, this is about people" which could be summed up by the excruciating ignorance of #AllLivesMatter.

Defeating Youtube Terrorism

They will eventually find Mr Beheader, as I'm sure he'd be delighted to be known, as he seems hell-bent on cultivating Terrorist Executions Big Brother Style.

And when they do, they'll probably wipe him out immediately, leaving space for one of his pals to come up with another hate-filled idea for the Terrorist Diary Room.

The Tiniest Things

I said "Hi" to the kids on my road, as I do every day and had five minutes to sit and chat with them today. A rare treat.
"Do you know what?" Said one of them.
"No!" I answered in faux shock "Tell me!"
"It was my birthday this week." She replied.
"And what did you do?" I asked.
She went silent.
"Did you get any nice presents?" I asked.
"My cousin made me a braclet" she said, pointing to jumble of loom bands proudly adorning her wrist.
"And did you have any cake?" I asked and she went silent again.

The Fall

Today smells like the memories of summer
consolidating and finding their way home to their instigators.
To gather in their arms
and keep souls warm for winter.

On Looting

The looting in the Ferguson suits the media and the police just fine.

It changes the narrative from the devastated community to the wild angry mob they seek to portray. This is the juncture many people will choose to lose connection with the pain of the town.

So I wanted to propose a scenario to you:

You're angry with your bank, they've been threatening to withdraw your overdraft, they always charge you ridiculous rates every time they send you a letter and don't even start on the bail outs…


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